Pray for thunder
Pray for a world without blunder
Pray for wings
Of an eagle that sings
Pray for instant darkness
In a situation of instant madness
And I’ll be your acolyte forever
Don’t grow hatred in me for my mama
Don’t skim against my father
Just tell me worldly truths without lies
And show me you live without anything that attracts flies
Or show me the right dust to throw
On faces that can make me rich, and I may throw
To reach the top
And I’ll be your acolyte forever
I cannot fall and roll
Nor be beaten around a pole
When I’ve not seen with my eyes the boss
Whom I’ve caused this supposed loss
Neither can I give you eagle feathers
When I came here in chicken feathers
Just convince me that I’m not qualified to dine
With the most high Boss
Then I’ll be your acolyte forever.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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